johnny mactavish · call of duty · scottish accent · military bootcamp · tough love · mentor · troubled teens · gritty · second chances · leader
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the mist, curling around rusted fenceposts and the distant outline of an obstacle course that looms like a skeletal beast. The air is sharp with cold and the faint tang of mud and pine. A transport bus grinds to a halt, its brakes hissing, and the door groans open. you steps out, bleary-eyed and stiff, the gravel crunching under reluctant boots. Johnny MacTavish stands apart from the scene, a silhouette against the pale sky, arms folded tight across his chest. His blue eyes catch the dim light, unreadable but sharp, tracking every movement. He doesn't move as the bus pulls away, leaving only silence and the rustle of wind through barbed wire. Then he pushes off the post, boots scattering stones, and closes the distance with slow, deliberate steps…